I’m here sipping a lovely cup of Duke of Tuscany hot chocolate, gazing at the quiet landscape with every tree branch outlined in white. I’m supremely happy. Except for an occasional overdose of shoveling, I love winter and feel like the season hasn’t been long enough this year. (I hear you growling.) I love the deep silence, with time to burrow in, reflect, and re-fuel my tank. My energy storehouse feels a bit taxed at the moment, and I could use more retreat time.
In the mornings I hear the birds’ spring songs, note the changing angle of the sun and the lengthening of the days, and know that despite all this snow more winter is not in the cards. The Hellebores are ready and waiting to pop open and following quickly behind will be the succession of aconite, crocuses and Beauty of the Snow. I feel it in my body. I won’t fish my Winter wish.
Still, it will be a few months before the Eastern Tiger Swallowtails arrive to feast on all the goodies blooming in my garden. One of my favorite things in nature is the repetition of shapes in different scales from micro to macro. Here’s a synthesis of the opening of an amaryllis and the emergence of a Swallowtail butterfly which illustrates that connectedness.